The Huxley's Treasure_The Inn_Playing Catch Up_Bodies Down the Gorge
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The Huxley's Treasure
Grace was trapped in the dinghy, bleeding all over the floor. The Little River Market was in full swing around her. Supplies were loaded onto boats. Vendors shouted out prices, waving their hands to anyone passing too closely. Grace scoured the docks for help. She had to duck her head to wipe a stray tear. Her fish nets were empty, and her father was gone.Both were caused by thewww.onedoor.cc Huxley brothers. They cut her nets early that morning. Grace had pulled up unraveled rope, marked with an ‘H’. To them, it was a practical joke. To her, it was her last lifeline being cut.Two months ago, her father ha...
The Inn
I guess I will go clean up this lobby room. It is still in turmoil from last night's wedding reception. Where are the housekeepers? I guess they found their husbands and their happily ever after because I haven't seen them since. Future reference for self. Hire employees with work experience. As I was gathering up empty wine bottles, beer cans, and plates of left-over refreshments. I heard someone coming down the steps. It was a little early though check out time is normally 11:00 a.m. and it was only 7:00 a.m. I walked over to the steps to greet my extended-stay guest, only to my surprise it ...
Playing Catch Up
Waking up to the sound of hunting dogs scratching at your door might sound a bit bad, understandably, but not when they're two stupid mutts names Chicken and Hammerhead that you and your younger brother trained yourselves. Having hunting dogs is pretty standard in Cora's Mountains. We were a small village in east Asia. Our Village was 'cursed', though everybody calls it a blessing, which brings my frustration. We're cursed with the abilities to control elements, sorry blessed. If you were thinking I'm salty it's because I am. Most people have their abilities by the time they're 12, many girls ...
Bodies Down the Gorge
Out of the darkness a man with a belt walked slowly toward another dark corner. The man's steps were heavy and sluggish. His vision was blurred, his eyes clouded with blood and tears. He knew he shouldn't have done it, as the blood left marks of regret through the dust on the attic floor. He leaned into the gloom as if he were the one to be feared. Soon there was a piercing howl, as continual as if someone had been rubbing his arteries with a dull knife. The crying went on for nearly two hours, until it finally stopped. A desultory sob replaced it.With a thud, Esgar woke from his half-consciou...